Friday, July 04, 2008

‘Kampung’ Girl

Crossing the country side, she walks gailyWith a basket dangling in her hand,She is joyous to the fullest energy.As her gentle feet touches the narrow pathThat divides the expanse of the paddy fieldThe sun’s vicious heat, cools down in her presence.So powerful her gracious gait when she moves,Her exuberance opens Mother Nature’s eyesSo much of vibrant smell, she begins to exude.She is a kampung girl so demureUnder the noon’s heat, she brings pack of lunch,For her father who toils the paddy field from morningNow resting himself under the shade of the banana trees.

Whenever her sarong rubs against them gentlyThe grass waves goodbye in blissful mood,And the birds chirp in unknown melodious tunesAdmiring the grace on the move, flying with the wind.She, a kampung girl, with sweet and lovable gentlenessThe sky smiles, and the clouds smitten with her beauty,Oh! She carries sweetness eternallyeverywhere she goes to